or i suppose read what he is saying

@ravenmorganleigh I get it, and I don’t want to talk you out of feeling uncomfortable with this, because it is uncomfortable, deeply so. I hope you don’t think I was condoning John’s violence toward Sherlock, or saying it was a good thing. I find it tragic. 

John loves Sherlock; John calls Sherlock his best friend; John beats Sherlock up. These things are all part of canon. I have always read John’s urge to hit Sherlock as sublimated desire. He doesn’t know how to get what he wants, he can’t let himself have it, so he lashes out instead. This is not okay, but up until tld, it seemed like maybe the show was saying it was okay–there were never any serious consequences for it. The morgue beating, however, was a tipping point of sorts, so awful and intense that I think we are supposed to sit up and take notice of it. 

I hope we’re not supposed to gloss it over. I don’t think we are. I don’t think we should. And–here’s the thing–I don’t think John does.  

I really, really don’t know if this helps at all, and I didn’t have the space or time to go into it in that teeny tiny meta, which was really only trying to make the connection between John and Eurus, but I do think that, if we follow the reading of Eurus-as-John-proxy all the way through to its logical conclusion, John feels like an unlovable monster precisely because his wires are crossed in this awful way. He casts himself in the role of virtual demon, because he has attacked Sherlock. He knows he needs help. He hopes Sherlock still loves him, despite everything he’s done. He believes Sherlock does, which is what that reconciliation scene at the end is all about.

I personally think the fact that they’re both in therapy (ish) is maybe sort of a bit hopeful. They need it. And no, this isn’t a healthy relationship as is. Thank god they’re not real people. I really hope no one uses this show as a measure of what is okay in a relationship. If there ever is more content, I hope the show addresses this directly. According to the reading of tfp as John’s tab, at least the way I’m reading it, there is already a partial acknowledgement of the fact that John has huge problems, and that his psyche is a very dark nightmare place. At the very least, this is a step in the right direction.

You can speak Korean well but when it comes to writing there’s a lot of mistakes (BTS)

Rap Monster: -you two would be working on it. He would pick up your paper and then look at you- “you’re getting closer. But this is still off”

Originally posted by yoongichii

Jin: -he would feel awkward as he read what you wrote down before he would look at you- “um I know you are trying but this isn’t very close to what you said”

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

Suga: -he would ask the boys for help as he didn’t understand what you had been writing down. It was supposed to be a cute note but he didn’t know what it says- “guys help me. Her writing doesn’t make sense to me”

Originally posted by syubto

J-Hope: -he would hear you say it but the moment you wrote it down it didn’t make sense anymore- “what are you exactly trying to write?”

Originally posted by lookwhaticreated

Jimin: -he would see your efforts and decide to help you out a bit with it- “how about you and I work on writing?”

Originally posted by kookielife

V: -he would be out with the boys when he got a text from you. You had been working hard to write properly and for the most part he understood but since he didn’t he decided to call you- “I’ll be back. I don’t know what Y/N is talking about”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook: -he would look at your text and see what you were trying so he would pull you along with him- “lets go get something to eat”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

One of my favorite things about Mike and Eleven is that its realistic. Its not over-romantic and perfect. Its awkward. Super Awkward. He never knows what to say, and stutters his way through everything. Their kiss wasn’t perfect, it was probably the most awkward and 12 year old like kiss I’ve ever seen. 
Thats what makes it so adorable and innocent. 

man i still remember when i was playing doom 2016 for the first time and I heard Samuel Hayden tell me “You’re going to have to extract the last Argent Energy core from the Cyberdemon.” I just had this visceral “what the fuck did you just say” reaction to that. I had been playing Doom for a little while at that point and yet I was still taken aback by hearing the word “Cyberdemon” spoken aloud by the game’s supposed “rational doctor” character. 

Like, he said that, and I was like “I’m sorry, what did you say? Did you say ‘Cyberdemon?’ Excuse me? You have something in this facility that you call the ‘Cyberdemon?’ Why?” 

For a short instant, my mind and Doomguy’s mind were one and the same. I experienced true immersion in a video game in my momentary shock at hearing the word “Cyberdemon” spoken out loud, instead of like reading it in an out-of-universe manual. Sam Hayden was responsible for creating something that he named the “cyberdemon” and I was pissed off. 

Unworthy - Part 2 - NewtXReader

Read part 1 again before reading part 2 so it makes sense :)

PART 1: here

Info: Coming to the realisation that you weren’t good enough anymore for Newt, you head back to the lonely apartment, were another confrontation takes place..

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“I-I..” newt nervously stuttered, completely unsure of what he was supposed to say. A deep blush hid his freckles, as his eyes grew wide with wonder and his full lips parted in shock. Newt anxiously hovered, time coming to standstill between the two of you. Fear that he had just misheard what you said prevented him from speaking. What if he simply imagined it?

Caught in the heat of the moment you had had finally confessed, worry washing over you as you waited for his reaction. The deadly silence hung in the air until from the corner of your eye a curvy figure approached behind Newt. Confidence radiating every step she took. Just as glamorous as before, before you stood the woman who had been attempting to flirt with Newt all night. Feeling more self conscious than ever, you shrunk back slightly, intimidated by her looks. Upon noticing your presence she shot daggers with her eyes at you, giving you clear signals to leave.

“Newt, are you not coming back inside?You’ll get a cold out here hun ” she seductively purred in his ear, her arm attempting to slither around his.

Newt froze to her touch, although his attention solely on you. He looked completely lost for words, an absolute nervous wreck. How he longed to tell you that he felt the same, but the words wouldn’t form.

You however felt the fool. Here you just blurted out the feelings you’ve felt for Newt, all while he’s in the arms of another woman?

You knew when you weren’t wanted..

Picking yourself off the ground you dashed towards the streets, completely ignoring Newt’s protests. A proud smirk hung on the glamorous woman’s face in victory, now she had him all to herself.

Newt however ripped himself from her death grip, attempting to follow you, but it was too late. Unfortunately you weren’t as simple to track as one of his beasts, no clues left of your sense of direction. You were already gone.

“Bugger”, Newt mumbled under his breath, as he helplessly thought were you had disappeared to.

Ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach you made your way down the empty street, not daring to glance back for fear of being confronted. Upon arriving at your apartment you dashed into the room completely forgetting to lock the door again. You couldn’t care less, the embarrassment consuming you.

The only relief you got was the satisfaction of removing the painful heels that had been cutting you all night. Although you detested them, you wanted to make a special effort to look beautiful for Newt. Guess that didn’t matter anymore..

Changed into cosy pyjamas, with a mug of warm coco, you sat on the large window frame. Huddled in a heap of cotton blankets staring into the night sky, you willed yourself to forget.

In that moment, the flash of calmness protected you from the pain. Regret washed over like the long slow waves on a shallow beach, each ripple icy cold and sending shivers down your spine. How you longed to go back and take a different path, but now that was impossible. There was no way back, you let your feelings slip. There was no way to make it right.

Staring into the darkness of the night, you softly cried. In the distance you heard light footsteps approaching closer. Lifting your tear filled eyes, your blurry gaze meets the frame of a timid looking Newt, who is completely avoiding eye contact.

“I figured I’d find you here. You always make yourself coco when your upset…” Newt playfully whispered though you saw through his empty smile, his attempt at lightening the mood failing miserably.

“Y/N-” he began.

“Newt forget I even said a word tonight”

Newt remained silent for a period of time, before steadily making his way to the window sill where you lay. He sat down on the other side of the window, however your eyes were trained on the night sky, praying you could just be left alone.

“Did you really mean everything you said tonight” Newt’s tone changed this time sounding more broken.

“Yes” you simply replied, longing to avoid going into detail.

“Even the part-”, Newt shyly avoided being specific.

“Everything” you cut him off.

“What about the ‘not having enough time part’?” He shyly questioned.

Silence.

“So it’s true….” Newt sadly mumbled under his breath. Guilt washed over his features at the acceptance of his flaws. Over the past few weeks he could barely recall a time he had spent with you, that had nothing to do with the publishing of the book. He’d been selfish with your time.

“I only exsist when you need something Newt…what happened to everything we said we’d do together? As soon as that book became finished, so did the adventure” you truthfully confessed, “Is it even about the creatures in your case anymore?” Your whispered softly. Newt had made you feel unworthy of him anymore, as though his success had made you of less value. That a bond you had once deemed unbreakable was simply a thing of the past.

Newt turned to face you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His eyes narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. Anger flustered across Newt’s face, an expression which was a very uncommon sight to see, “how- how could you even ask that? Writing this journal had nothing to do with fame and deep down you know that. You and my creatures are my top priorities in my life”.

“Newt there’s other girls out there.. ones as beautiful as the ones you saw at the party” You softly whispered, feelings of heartbreak coming to the surface, as you came to the realisation you weren’t good enough anymore. Too sad to cry out or wail, you just sat there as still as a statue.

“You make a valid point. In fact there’s 7 billion people in the world Y/N….yet your the only one who matters”. Newt directly locked his eyes with you, something he’d normally be to shy to do. Reflected in his pupils you saw that every word was the truth, looking at you like you were the only person he could see. A small lob-sided grin crept on his lips as his face held a sincere look to it.

“I’m sorry I-I know-w that I’ve been a bit of a mess since the p-publishing of the book and a mess is the last thing you need right now… but this mess in love with you".

Moving closer towards you his large but gentle hand, softly caressed your face, wiping the last tear away. Your eyes widened slightly as Newt rested his forehead lightly against your own, his auburn mop of curls blocking your view slightly and his shaky warm breath against your skin . Leaning closer he pressed a gentle kiss on your lips feeling a sense of fufillment. Although his touch wasn’t fiery, it made you feel safe and protected, reminding you of home. Curling up in his musclar arms, both of you peacefully observed the outside world through the window. The pitter patter of rain sounding from the roof.

It was then you decided that you were worthy of Newt. That you were worthy for each other and success couldn’t change that.

The fame that came from his book hadn’t changed Newt, it just amplified who he really was.

Just a man who was hopelessly in love with you.

Originally posted by bohemianromance123

kadda252  asked:

For the prompt thing, pretty please 10 or 29 or both in one 🙏🏻🙏🏻

This is kind of the opposite of what I wrote yesterday. So here be fluff and nothing but fluff. It’s a sequel to this (sappy) prompt. But you can read it on its own as well. Thank you for the prompt! 

10. “I can never unsee that.” + 29. “Y-you love me?”

When Mulder finds himself in the car en route to Mrs. Scully’s house, he is not sure when it happened.

Or how.

But here he is, in the passenger seat, forced to listen to classical music that’s supposed to be calming. That’s what Scully told him 20 minutes ago, anyway. She’s quiet, tapping along on the steering wheel while Mulder keeps trying to come up with something clever to say. Or really anything. He has questions, plenty of them, but he doesn’t ask any of them. Why am I here, Scully? He would like to know. Why do I have to see your brother twice in one day? Mulder grows agitated just thinking about it.

Why did you kiss me earlier, Scully? That’s the one he really wants to know about.

In good old Mulder and Scully fashion, they haven’t talked about it. The kiss. It’s been hours and Scully hasn’t mentioned it once. If he didn’t know better, he’d think it never happened. Just a figment of his vast imagination. He’s imagined kissing Scully a million times over the years. But no; it definitely happened. Her hands were on his thighs, he can almost feel them still, and her lips grazed his oh so softly. Oh yeah. It happened.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Scully says in between songs. As if the music should not be interrupted.

“I thought you wanted me to shut up.”

“That was… earlier.” Mulder thinks he sees her blush.

“Yeah well, I didn’t know when you wanted me to stop.” Mulder cracks open a sunflower seed, realizing how hungry he is. With her kissing him and then convincing him to go with her to her mother’s made him forget everything else. Like having lunch.

“About the time I – never mind.” The kiss, he thinks, suppressing a smile. She certainly shut him up with that.

“You mean the… you know.” Here he is complaining that Scully doesn’t mention their foray into new, more intimate territory and he finds himself shying away as well.  

“It wasn’t fun, Mulder.” Oh.

“I’m sorry, Scully, I didn't… you started it. I just – then why did you ask me to come with you to your mother’s? If I’m no fun.” Mulder sounds bitter; he tries not to, but what can he do? He’s been wanting to kiss Scully for ages and when they finally do, she hates it.

“That’s why,” she tells him, her voice even, her eyes on the road, “You made fun of me. You know I thought you had something important to tell me and you let me believe it, Mulder.” Oh, again. She wasn’t talking about the kiss at all.

“Scully, I’m sorry. Your brother unnerves me,” he sees her nod in agreement, “He said all these things and then when you finally showed up at the office I felt like… I just wanted you to know there was something to come back to. As stupid as it was.”

“An espresso machine in accounting.”

“I realize it wasn’t my brightest moment, Scully, but I had to say something.”

“But do you realize that I hurried through lunch with my brother because I thought something important was going on?”

“I’m sorry, Scully. What else can I say?”

“Next time your exciting news turn out to be about kitchen appliances, tell me right away and don’t make it a secret.”

“In my defense,” Scully shoots him a look and Mulder ignores it, “I never said it was exciting. I didn’t keep it a secret either. So that’s why I’m here? As punishment?”

“Partly,” she admits.

“And?”

“And what?”

“What’s the other reason?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Scully chuckles and Mulder adds it to his long, long list of things they, apparently, don’t talk about.

*

Mulder doesn’t know what he expected, but it’s not this. This is not, as Scully assured him earlier, a small family gathering. This is dozens of people running around Mrs. Scully’s house.

“Oh Dana, you made it!” A woman, who is almost as tall as Mulder, hugs Scully tightly.

“Mom made me promise.” She replies with a soft smile. If only she would smile like this more often.

“And who is this nice young man, Dana?”

“This is Fox Mulder. My partner,” she startles, “my friend,” Scully turns to him, searching for the right word, “my work…” She trails off with a confused hand gesture.

“Oh Fox,” the large woman shakes his hand heartily, a huge grin on her face, “Maggie told us so much about you. She didn’t say you were coming today!”

“Ah yes, I cleared my schedule for this,” Mulder puts on what he hopes is a charming smile, and judging from the woman’s face it works well enough, and sighs, “I wanted to be here.”

“That’s so lovely, Fox. I’m Dana’s aunt, Millicent.” She’s still holding his hand, he realizes. “Now, go say hello to everyone else. I hope I’ll see you around, Fox.” Aunt Millicent winks at him and Mulder blushes. When she’s out of sight, Scully sighs audibly.

“So I’m your work, huh?” Mulder bumps her shoulder playfully.

“Oh shut up, Mulder. You know what I meant.” Scully doesn’t look at him, instead she seems to look for someone else among all these small and not so small heads. There’s a whirlwind of noises and voices surrounding them.

“Do I?” Scully glances up at him, brows furrowed. Her mouth opens to say something when a loud, distinctively male voice chimes:

“Is that Dana?” In a quick movement, Scully grabs Mulder’s coat sleeve and drags him with her right into a room he’s never seen before. It’s dark, it’s small and for the moment, surprisingly quiet. It could be a coat closet, he thinks, as a soft fabric brushes against him.  

“Scully what-” She puts her finger on his lips to quiet him. Not as effective as her earlier mode of shutting him up, but it works. He’s not going to complain that she’s touching him. Her finger is warm, it’s soft, and he just can’t help himself; he kisses it. Scully’s eyes open wide, but she doesn’t take her finger away, and so he kisses it again.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Mulder.” Her angry whisper shocks him, but even if he knew what to say, he couldn’t. Scully’s lips find his again and this time he makes sure she’s not cutting their kiss short. His arms tighten around her and hold her close. She moans into his open mouth as one of his hands wanders up her spine.

“Why would they – Dana! And Fox!” The door opens and their mouths separate with a loud smack. Their arms still around each other they stare into the faces of Scully’s mother, her brother and man Mulder doesn’t know. Oh well.

“I can never unsee that.” Bill Scully mumbles shaking his head in disbelief.

“Why are you hiding in here?” Maggie Scully, a laugh in her voice, opens the door wider so they can step out. Mulder tries to secretly wipe at his mouth, but the nameless guy watches him intently. As does Bill.

“Bill wanted to introduce you to his Navy friend.” Now it’s Mulder who eyes the other man warily. This is the guy Bill Scully told him about earlier in his office. On his turf. This, he figures, is neutral ground. Not to mention that he just kissed Scully for the second time in one day. That should count for something.

“This is Frank,” the blond stranger waves awkwardly, uncertain if he should shake Scully’s hand, “My friend I told you about earlier.” Bill finishes, his eyes full engaged in a glaring match with his sister. For once Mulder is glad to not be at the receiving end of that death stare.

“And what did I tell you?” Her voice sounds like pure ice.

“I’m just asking you to meet him. You don’t have to marry him.” Bill glances at Mulder, who briefly considers hiding behind Scully or even her mother.

“I’m not interested,” she tells him, “Sorry, Frank.” The man blushes furiously.

“It’s because of him, isn’t it? I mean what you just did…”

“Bill.” His mother’s voice warns him.

“That’s none of your business.”

“He has nothing to offer you, Dana!”

“Bill, leave your sister and Fox alone. Now come on, all of you. We’ve got a house full of people. Behave yourselves.” Mulder watches as Scully raises her eyebrow as if challenging her brother and of course, he bites.

“What is it about him, Dana? He doesn’t love you.”

“Hey,” it’s the last straw and Mulder can no longer keep quiet, “I do love your sister. I love her more than I could ever put into words.”

“Y-you love me?” Out of the corner of his eye Mulder sees Mrs. Scully lead her son and the ominous Frank away. Not that Mulder still cares. His eyes are on Scully, and hers are on him. Right now, in a house full of people, they’re the only two that matter.

“Scully, I am not drunk,” he begins, his voice slightly wavering, “I am not drugged either. I am just me and I am in full capacity of my sanity,” Scully’s eyebrow rises, “as much as is left of it anyway. So let me tell you that yes, I love you. I am in love with you.”

“That’s really nice,” Scully tells him and it’s only now that he notices how close they are once again; like magnets drawn to each, he figures, “Because you know what?”

“What?”

“I love you, too.”

No more words are needed and so he kisses her again and again and again.

anonymous asked:

If there's 4 signs at the front of my shop that say "no food or drinks", i don't know how speaking to the manager(me) is going to change anything. And when i tell you i'm the manager, do you really think you're going to accomplish anything by calling the owner? What's he supposed to say? "Oh i'm SO SORRY ma'am, those signs were just for show. PLEASE let me make it up to you by firing that mean ol nasty manager who read the signs I put up out loud to you".

“I know what you are thinking,” said Ahmed. “But this is war, Sir Samuel. Wake up and smell the blood.”
“But… one minute they’re alive–”
“Your friend here knows how it works. You don’t.”
“He’s a butler!”
“So? It’s kill or be killed, even for butlers. You’re not a natural warrior, Sir Samuel.”
Vimes thrust the baton in his face.
“I’m not a natural killer! See this? See what it says? I’m supposed to keep the peace, I am! If I kill people to do it, I’m reading the wrong manual!”

– on keeping the peace | Terry Pratchett, Jingo

#225

robert managed to tear himself away from the noisy pub and take a minute to call diane and wish her a happy new year. he found himself in his room, his and aaron’s and his eyes fell on a letter addressed to him, laid out on his side of the bed and written in aaron’s scrawny handwriting. he picked it up and smiled before beginning to read:

dear robert,

i know midnight will come and i’ll not be able to get the words out because you’ll probably snog me and i’ll get carried away and forget we’re in my mum’s pub, so i thought i’d write this instead.

i suppose this is a thank you, actually yeah it is a thank you. it’s a massive one actually because no matter what you say about me being strong and able to get through anything, it might all be true but i know i’m stronger when you’re by my side. i know that i would have ended up dead if it wasn’t for you, all alone in that scrap yard just trying to escape and run away from everything and everyone. trying to run away from you too.

i didn’t want you to save me that day or all the days after that when you didn’t even know you did. when you’d show up at the pub and buy me a pint and stop me from thinking about him or the trial or anything else that made me want to run away again. but you did, and you stayed and it took a while for me to get my head around that. you staying. you wanting me again after everything i’d told you, after every time i’d pushed you away and lied to you when i said i didn’t want you near me. i’m glad i let you back in though because robert, i never stopped loving you. i know that might be hard to believe, i know that i was pretty good at hating you for months but honestly i never stopped loving you and i just want to say thank you for still loving me too. even after everything you know, everything you put up with when it comes to me.

this year has been the worst year of my life because of him. but also my happiest, because of liv. and you of course you i’m only messing (not) somehow you made me smile and have a reason to look forward to the future even when it wasn’t looking anywhere near bright enough. you dealt with me pushing you further away when i wanted you even closer to me and for that i’m sorry. really sorry because you probably thought that i didn’t care or that i didn’t think of you in all of it, but i did. i did and i just wasn’t able to tell you (i’m shit with feelings robert - we both know that)

anyways, you sorta proposed to me this year too and i crashed the car in response. says a lot doesn’t it? so then i had to propose to you to make up for it and now … engaged. me and you. i think that’s the happiest i’ve ever been, in that hospital room, just me and you, no one else around us. you don’t know how long i’ve wanted just that, just you and me. you’ve given me the happiest day of my life and then you gave me the happiest christmas too (don’t tell me you didn’t like the snowballs because i heard you ask lis for the recipe)


i have a new year’s resolution, it’s to tell you i love you more and make sure you really know. this one i promise i’ll keep, i promise to make sure you know it even though i’m awful at letting you know sometimes.

you’ve made mistakes, and then i’ve made some and then you’ve made more but that’s us i think and i’m sure we’ll stay like this when 2017 rolls around. but then again we’ll be husbands soon won’t we? husbands. and we’ll have the mill to decorate and colours to choose for bedroom walls and i’ll plan many ways to kill you whilst you tell me black can’t be the colour of our bedroom and the furniture has to be oak. but i’ll still love you, like i always will because somehow i can’t help myself. maybe next year i won’t have to write this down, maybe i could be as soft as you and just tell you to your face but then again i know you’re soppy and you’ll probably treasure this like some sap so maybe not.

all my love, your husband to be (i like the way that sounds)

robert had tears in his eyes as he finished it, wiping them with his sleeve before turning and seeing aaron sheepishly standing there.

“you read it?” aaron ducked his head and then blushed before feeling robert crash into his arms and kiss him hard on the lips.
“happy new year aaron,” robert whispered before seeing aaron smile.
“happy new year rob,” aaron whispered back, kissing robert and still smiling.

"I don't know what to do about John."

Further speculation on the “John’s Alibi / Unreliable Narrator Theory”: The end of the episode, where Sherlock is "talking to Ella" is actually supposed to be the BEGINNING (hence Mark saying they had to read the script backwards; what if this was actually meant to be at the beginning of the episode, this scene). He’s asking real-or-not Ella (I think it’s mind palace, and Sherlock conjured up John’s therapist as someone who also knows John who he can open up to that he could trust; she represents his own heart or intuition, and he’s asking them what he should do) what story he should tell about John, what story will take the most blame away from John.

too sweet (m)

pairings: seokjin x reader

words: 3,412

genre: smut

a/n: this is based off that kink compatibility test floating around somewhere. i’m not spoiling anything so that’s it i’m saying. also this is pretty shit because i have no motivation to write and just as i was finished, the realization that i wrote smut hit me pretty hard. like no i’m just a girl who was supposed to remain innocent till she died and then this happened and idk what happened why am i writing smut.


Originally posted by yoongichii

oh my goody goody gosh gosh everything’s a mistake don’t read anything the gif should be a good enough reason for you not to please leave before you regret reading this

Sex with Jin never failed to bore you. He was always open to new ideas to spice up your adventures in your bedroom. And strange or not, you were never left disappointed with what he’d have to offer. However, one day, he revealed a new kink to you. Food play.

Of course you were you surprised when he walked into your shared bedroom one evening holding a couple of plastic bags that obviously held a wide variety of sweet foods. He reached the large bed before sitting down in front of you. You watched in confusion as he began emptying the contents in front of you, making your eyes run over the few bottles of flavoured sauces, as well as a chocolate cake, a box of donuts and a range of different types of candy.

“What are you doing?” You ask him, looking into his eyes as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His expression was normal, as if what he was about to say wasn’t weird at all.

“I want to try something new and I think you’ll love it.” His voice growled lowly as he finished his sentence, causing shivers to run through your body. He took your silence as an ‘okay’ and grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head before throwing it across the room, discarding the fabric. Next were your sweats. He pulled them down your legs in a fast pace, showing how impatient he was.

After you’d managed to help him and kick the pants from your legs, he admired your bare body, your bra and panties covering the beautiful body parts that always drove him crazy. After a few more seconds of his eyes running over your body, his eyes snapped up to meet yours as his hands pushed you back to lie against the bed.

His crawled over you, stopping right on top of you, before dipping his head down and planting a deep kiss onto your lips. You lifted your head up in response to deepen the kiss and before you knew it, you were both moaning against each other’s mouths as his tongue slipped into your mouth. The muscles fighting each other for dominance. After a minute, and both of you realising that neither of you were going to give up, you let him take over the kiss but he pulled back, not wanting to get off track with his plan.

He rested his forehead on yours as you both panted heavily, your warm breath hitting each other’s faces as it escaped your lips. Once you’d both regained your breath, he sat back up and reached behind him to pick up the three bottles of sauces.

Chocolate, strawberry and caramel.

He placed the strawberry and caramel beside him before opening the lid do the chocolate one. His eyes caught yours in a heated stare while a small smirk appeared on his lips. He moved the bottle upside down -so the tip was on top of your stomach- before squeezing, moving his hands to draw something on your skin. You lifted your head up to see the outline of a roughly drawn penis on your stomach. You looked up to see Jin stifling a laugh as he looked at his artwork on your stomach.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” You asked with a small scoff. His smile dropped as you glared at him for being so childish, “Oh come on, would you rather have the real one, baby?” He asked in a teasing tone, causing you to flip the bird at him. His reaction was quick, reaching forward to wrap his free hand around your finger. “Watch where you stick that finger, baby girl. Or the next place it’ll be used will be inside of me.” He growls lowly, but you don’t feel intimidated one bit. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” You cooed back with a smirk playing on your lips. He chuckled in reply before letting go of your finger and sitting back up before planting his gaze on your stomach once again. He slowly began leaning down until he lips were only a few centimetre away from your skin.

You could feel his warm breath hitting your skin and it was slowly driving you mad. Mad enough to make your hands fly up to his hair, your fingers tangling themselves in between the strands. “Jin, please. Lick it.” You beg, your hips jerking forward slightly when you felt his wet muscle come in contact with your skin. His tongue picked up the sweet sauce, all while tickling you slightly. Had the atmosphere not become heated, you would’ve began giggling. But the pleasure was too satisfying, little breaths were emitting from you lips instead of your light laughs.

In a matter of seconds, he’d managed to lick the penis off and he was sitting back up again, a small patch of chocolate sauce sitting on the corner of your lips. You pointed to the spot where the chocolate sauce was on your face, “You have a little something over there.” You say, watching as his tongue poke out from his lips to lick it up. You both moaned at the same time, him from the sweet taste of the sauce, and you because god damn. You love his tongue.

You loved his tongue when it was fighting with yours for dominance. You loved his tongue when it’s pushed deep into your core, making you cum in a matter of seconds. You loved his tongue running along your stomach as he caught the remnants of the chocolate sauce. And you certainly loved his tongue right now, as the tip pushed out from in between his lips, almost like he was giving you a teasing little show.

Jin’s voice calling your name pulled you out from your train of thoughts, “Y/N. You wanna choose the next flavour?” He asks, and you looked to see the three sauces sitting beside each other with the front facing you. “I choose… Caramel.” You say, pointing to the dark yellow bottle. He nods in approval before picking the bottle up, popping the lid of before holding it on top of your stomach once again, but before he could squeeze the bottle, his eyes fell to your panties. A wet patch was forming where the fabric covered your clit and he was reminded how bad he needed to see you.

His free hand moved to the band of your underpants before his thumbed hooked itself around the elastic. He withdrew his hand, pulling the fabric down your legs while the cool air immediately hit your dripping clit. You shivered at the feeling while your eyes shut in bliss at the feeling of not being covered by the fabric. The next thing you felt was the cool liquid of the sauce drop on your lower stomach. Your eyes opened to see him drawing a line down from the middle of your stomach, stopping only a few inches from your clit. He finished his little drawing by drawing a triangle at the end of the line, pointing down to your entrance. The both of you couldn’t help but snicker at the small picture before he closed the lid and placed it back down on the bed.

He bent forward, placing a sweet kiss on your skin just under your bra, trailing his lips down before stopping just before the trail of caramel. His eyes snapped up to meet yours and your breath hitched in your throat, the sight was just too fucking sexy, you couldn’t help but feel excitement well up in your stomach, causing more juices to leak out from your entrance. Jin’s eyes fell down to your clit before they returned to your eyes as if asking for permission. You nodded, “Go for it, baby boy.” His kiss were quick, catching the sauce, with some messily lying around his lips and soon his lips molded in with your folds.

As soon as his tongue slipped into your entrance, you were an even bigger moaning mess for him. Your hands gripped his hair even tighter, while you grind your hips against his mouth. The taste of the caramel mixed in with your juices was something he didn’t realise he craved so badly until then. He was moaning against your clit, making the heat in the pit of your stomach expand and with a couple more rolls of your hips, you let go of your orgasm. The wave of pleasure and relief washed over you as your climax finally came to a stop, but he continued the torture by licking up your clit, collecting the last few drops of your sex before he sat back up.

“Fuck, baby. You taste so much better when you’re mixed in with the caramel sauce.” He moaned, licking his lips to capture the remnants of you before a smile made its way to his lips as he leaned down, pressing a sweet little kiss on your lips and sitting back up again. “Alright, next.” He says, clapping his hands together and looking at the packets of sweets that sat on the empty side of your bed.

“Jin wait,” He looks up at you, “Let me blow you first.” You smirk at how quick he is to nod his head eagerly, “Strip for me, baby. But leave your boxers on, I want to take those off myself.” You say, sitting up from your position as he gladly obliged and stood at the end of the bed, removing his clothes and keeping his boxers on as you said before he returned to the bed, sitting on his knee in front of you. You admired his large build, something you’d never get used to before your eyes feel to the large bulge in his boxers. You held back a small chuckle as you reached forward and hooked your thumbs into the waistband of his boxers before pulling the fabric down to his knees. He shuffled out of the material, kicking it off the bed before his attention returned to you.

Your eyes quickly snapped up to his eyes from his pulsing cock, a flushed expression evident on your features. You sent him a small smile before turning your head to the side of the bed. Your eyes immediately landed on the box of donuts and an idea popped into your head. You picked the box up and pulled the cover up. A chocolate glazed donut sat beside a strawberry glazed, an original glazed and a cinnamon sprinkled donut sitting opposite of the two. You turned the box around so the contents were facing him, “Choose one.” You offered. His eyes scanned over the donuts before reaching forward and picking up the cinnamon one, “Only because it’s your favourite.” He says, sending you a wink as if he knew what you were planning to do.

You nodded in approval as you closed the box and placed it on the bed before taking the donut from him, “Good choice. On your knees.” You say, lightly tapping his thighs as he obliged and sat up on his knees. You smiled and held the donut on top of his tip. Much to your dismay, the hole of the donut was way too small to even wrap around his tip, so you found yourself picking little pieces around the hole until it was finally big enough for him. You lifted your head to look up at him and found him heavily staring back at you. You bit down on your lips, the look on his face making your stomach flip. Your gaze returned to his standing cock and without waiting a second more, you pushed the donut down his shaft. Almost immediately, a deep moan emitted from his throat followed by a silent, “Fuck, it feels so much better than a cock ring.” You stifled a laugh as you pushed the donut to his base and wrapped your lips around his tip, the feeling making him jerk his hips forward, but you don’t budge.

You let out a small chuckle as you continued swirling your tongue around the tip, catching the few drops of pre-cum as your hands flew to his thighs. “Y/N, I need more. Please.” He begged, your eyes looking up at him to see his expression contorted in pleasure. You bobbed your head few times before opening your lips a bit bigger, taking him in more until his tip hit the back of your throat. You accidentally swallowed down a gag, causing his hips jerk up once again, “Y/N, don’t do that.” He whispered breathlessly, his hands flew up to your hair, holding the strands in a makeshift ponytail. You looked up at him apologetically before bobbing your head in time with his hip thrusting into your mouth. Your hands moved up to his hips, holding them in place so he’d stop moving before you forced more of him into your mouth, until eventually your nose was touching the donut wrapped around his base.

You held back the gags that were practically begging to be released, keeping your cheeks hollowed out around him as you slowly your saliva. The feeling of the control you had was making your head spin but you continued focusing on him, swallowing only two more times before you felt him twitch in your mouth. “Baby, I’m about to cum.” He whispered, clenching his eyes tightly as you squeezed your mouth around him one last time to encourage his orgasm, and then you loosened around him as he shot his warm seed down your throat. You pulled your head back slightly and swallowed his climax down before bobbing your head a few times and then pulling back. Pants were coming out heavily from your mouth, as you continued to regain your breath. Your eyes fell on the donut wrapped around him, making you remember your motif. You leaned forward, keeping your eyes locked on his, as you took a bite out of the donut. You closed your eyes and savoured the taste of the donut as it slid down your throat mixed with his cum, before going back for more and in a matter of seconds, the donut was gone and Jin was looking down at you with a hungry look on his eyes.

“I just want to fuck you right here, right now.” He growled, pressing his forehead against yours as you stared into each other’s eyes, “Then why don’t you?” You pressed on, lifting your head up so that your lips were ghosting over his. He caught your bottom lip with his teeth, pulling it back slightly before letting it go, “Because you know I can’t when there’s nothing around your neck.” He replied, bluntly.

He was right every time the two of you had sex, he’d always put a choker on you because the sight always drove him into a bigger sex monster, making your it better every time he pounded into you. But based on the theme you two were going with you doubted he had any chokers on him. “But what’re you going to use, daddy?” You asked, looking up at him with large eyes. He chuckled at the sight of you before showing you a packet filled with candy strings. You bit your lip as he opened the packet, pulling out a long strip from the bag. He looked at the length before nodding to himself and dropping the packet beside him.

“I’m going to need you to hold your hair up for me, princess.” He says and you reach behind your head, picking your hair up and holding it in a high ponytail. He smiled down at you before taking the other end of the string and wrapping it around your neck, making sure it wasn’t on too tightly before tying a small little bow. He sat back and nodded in approval at his work on your neck before his eyes fell down to the rest of your body. Your bra was still on and his eyes fell on those first. A scowl made its way to his lips as he pointed to your chest, “Off.” You nodded quickly and reached behind to unhook the bra. You’re about to let it drop from your arms, but instead it’s ripped from your chest and thrown across the room, “Why do you need to take so long?” You hear Jin’s voice question before his lips place kissed in the valley between your breasts.

Small moans escaped your mouth from the pressure and heat of Jin’s kisses on your skin. He trailed the kisses down your stomach before stopping. He propped himself on his elbows, placing both of them on either side of your head so he was hovering above you, th bottom half of him was planted in between your legs. You let out a small moan the feeling of his tip rubbing against your entrance in a teasing manner, “Jin please. Baby, don’t tease.” You begged before he pushed himself into you, filling you up whole. You arched your back off the sheets, letting out a small string of curse words as he grunted at the feeling of you around him, “You’re so fucking tight, babe. I love you so much.” His deep voice moaned out before he withdrew his hips and slammed into you once again, making you cry out in pleasure.

The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room along with your loud cries of pleasure. You felt Jin dip down to your neck. He placed a small kiss on your your shoulder blade before he moved his head to your neck. He sucked on the skin roughly, leaving small patches of dark purple in its wake. You found his teeth graze against your skin before he bit down on the candy string around your neck, snacking on the string as his hips continued to pound into you.

“Wrap your legs around me, princess.” He whispered into your ear, pausing his hips for a second for you to do so, your legs tightly wrapped against his hips as he brought them back and pounded into you once again. You couldn’t help but let out a loud cry at the new angle, feeling your orgasm fast approach. “Daddy, I’m about to cum.” You whimper, clutching the bedsheets around you tightly as he moved his head to the other side of your neck, wanting to bit more of the candy, “Then cum, baby. Cum all over my cock like the good girl I know you are.” He whispered, biting down gently on your earlobe and seconds later, you clenched around him one last time before your climax washed over you for the second time that night. His thrusts grew slower as he chased his own high before you felt his seed shoot into you. A small ‘fuck’ escaping both of your mouths as you experienced the overstimulation from his rolls and him from coming down from one of the best orgasms he’d ever had.

He pulled out of you seconds later and rolled to your side, wrapping his arms tightly around yours as you both panted to catch your breaths. After you’d both regained your breaths, your senses began to reappear and you notice the feeling of the candy missing from your neck. “I can’t believe you actually ate that.” You chuckled, lifting your hand to feel your neck, but not before a smooth texture runs over your finger tips. You grab the object and bring it to your vision, a long string that had bite marks on both sides was being held by you. “Looks like I didn’t.” He replies beside, you bit down on one head before dropping it and facing him. He grabs the other end with his teeth and continue chewing on it until your lips meet in a sweet kiss. You can’t help but let out a small giggle before you pull back from the kiss and chewed the rest of the candy.

You both lay in silence for a few seconds before Jin’s voice broke through, “You know how I said the next time you stick your finger, it’ll be up me? Yeah when will that be?” A snort escapes your lips as you look at him, only to see him staring back at you, and you realise he’s serious. “Why not now?” You shrug and you both proceed to finger each other into oblivion. Pshheewwww.

October 23 - Welcome to Gay Hockey Hell

“’Don’t speak Latin in front of the books Derek’,” Derek grumbles to himself, carrying the stack of old books back towards the distribution venue. “What is this? Buffy?”

He places the books gently on the conveyor belt and goes to leave the library. He’s not sure how he’s supposed to get through his medieval lit class without speaking Latin in front of the books. His Latin is terrible and it helps to read it out loud in a French accent because then he can sort of almost figure out what it means without too much effort. But no. Larissa had just about smacked the book out of his hand when he started reading it.

“It’s not like it even says anything,” Derek mutters, picking the book back up from the conveyor belt before it can disappear into the bowels of the library. “It’s not like I’m decoding the frickin’ Voynich.”

He rolls  his eyes and opens back to the page he’d been looking at.

“Ad ligandum eos pariter eos coram me,” he reads. Predictably, nothing happens. Because Latin is not some magical language that has any extra power over the physical universe. That would just be stupid.

He puts the book back on the conveyor belt and turns to leave the library. But there’s a man in the way.

He’s tall like Derek, with flame red hair that seems to crackle with actual fire. His eyes burn as well, flickering between red and orange and gold. And so, like, Derek’s seen some shit when he dropped acid with Shitty that one time, but this is something new.

“Um,” is the only thing that comes out of Derek’s mouth before fire guy raises his eyebrow.

“You called?” fire guy asks.

“I – I did?” Derek asks.

Then he realises. He spoke Latin in front of the books.

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Defining the Relationship

McGonagall: Well, Mister Malfoy, I must say I’d never have expected this from you.

McGonagall: Both. Ah, Mister Potter.

McGonagall: Please collect your delinquent before someone else spontaneously combusts.

Albus: Did you actually set Bathory on fire? In front of McGonagall?

Scorpius: And I may jinxed him –

Scorpius: And McGongall only caught the tail end of the encounter and at that point Bathory didn’t feel much like talking.

Albus: Merlin, Scorp! You’re supposed to be the smart one. What did he say to you?

Scorpius: While mine…

Albus: But – You read books.

Scorpius: Now they’ll think twice before telling me I need ‘better’ friends.


so like. dad was upset and wanted to see some of the drawings I was doing and I wasn’t thinking abd just wanrwd to cheer him up so I showed him on my phone and he pointed out my sig and was like “that’s not your signature” and I was like well…. it is. I’m just doing the patreon stuff off my blog because I’ve got more of a fanbase there than I do under my legal name.

and he asked me what it was bc he couldn’t read it and I said that I don’t share it because it’s private and has a lot of my trauma stuff that I don’t want my family or anyone who knows me in real life to know.

he got really upset by that and kept saying like “how am I supposed to feel knowing that you tell all these other people this stuff but you don’t want your parents to read it” and it took me ages to explain to him that people don’t know my identity on here and that I don’t want *anyone* who knows me in real life to read the highly personal stuff I write about my trauma.

and he kept asking like what kinds of things don’t you want us to know, can you imagine what it feels like knowing that you share this with strangers but not with your family do you know how much that hurts"

and like. I saod “this is my diary I don’t want anyone who knows me reading it. I talk about details and you won’t be able to handle it.” and he said “no I don’t want to know those things I really dont” but he was still upset that he wasn’t allowed to. he kept saying “this is like if you told pop and your aunties but didn’t tell your parents how do you think that makes me feel”

then he kept asking what my psychiatrist thinks of it and if it’s “healthy” for me to be writing this stuff down or telling anyone and I told him my psychiatrist is incredibly happy that I do this and that it’s one of my main tools for coping and if I wasn’t doing it already he would suggest that I start.

and like eventually I managed to explain that I’m anonymous, it’s nothing like telling other family members because literally no one knows who I am in real life or has the power to find out and he kind of went oh ok that makes more sense.

but the whole interaction has left me feeling sick and guilt ridden like. he was so upset at me and it was a really big thing for me to say “no” when he asked to know my blog name, to stand by my boundaries and I got guilted so hard about it and I don’t feel like it’s resolved at all.

it just sucks bc like. I know he’s going to tell mum about it and she arrives tomorrow and I won’t be able to leave here till Saturday at the earliest and there’s a chance she’s going to jump on it too and eithet tell me to stop writing or tell me to show them.

I’m 28. I get to decide who I share my history with. I get to decide who knows my private thoughts. but they still seem to feel entitled to everything like being my parents means I owe them full disclosure first. even if they don’t want to know it still has to be avaliable.

I just.

I don’t want to be here. I’m trying to do the right thing by my dad and be here for him but there’s a reason I haven’t spent this long at home for 10 years.

anonymous asked:

Acchan, have you seen the chapter's alternate translation? (From Jaminisbox). I've read from reddit translators that what Marude said on MS is wrong and this translation is a bit more accurate but still misleading, because what he actually says in Japanese is that even Matsuri would be a better successor (than Furuta)

Hey Anon! Ah yes I have seen, but thank you very much for letting me know! :D 

As for what Marude said, I had concluded the same thing after comparing the two translations…

vs

So yes, I definitely agree it was apparently supposed to imply that, between Furuta and Matsuri, Marude definitely preferred for Matsuri to become the new Director (because Furuta is just too crazy since he allied with the Clowns and V).
…Except that there is a high chance Matsuri is dead or within V’s hands now. :/

Thank you for confirming this Anon though! I really appreciate it :3

Have a nice weekend! ^_^

EDIT: MS corrected this part :)


Hey Anon! I don’t speak Japanese so well, so I could be totally wrong, but when it comes to the scene you mentioned, logically speaking…

I think Jaiminisbox’s version might be more accurate because it was Furuta’s ideal plan from the start to have the CCG consider that Kaneki’s group was a part of the Clowns’ attacks. And since…

…Furuta definitely won during this arc (since things went according to his plan), that’s why I think Jaiminisbox’s version makes more sense. 

As I said though, it’s purely based on logic for me, and I could be totally wrong so please ask someone who speaks Japanese in order to confirm this!

Have a nice weekend Anon! :)

EDIT: Sorry Anon but MS changed their translation, so now I really don’t know anymore. :/


Hey Anon, I already addressed this here (scroll down at the bottom) but since the controlled-humans-being-disguised-as-clowns theory wasn’t confirmed even though the arc is now over, I just don’t think it’s relevant anymore, sorry. :/

Basically, I think this scene…

….either refers to Uta making a clone of himself during the battle (thanks to his piercings somehow maybe?) or to Donato making a clone of Uta, like he made a clone of himself when he fought against Urie (that clone is what Mutsuki stabbed). 

That being said, since Uta’s clone could switch faces, it’s probably more logical to think that Uta is the one who made that clone out of his own piercings or kagune (since during the auction arc, he used Arima’s face to bother Hirako but Donato was still in prison).
…Unless Donato made that clone and Uta assured the face-switching abilities? I can’t say I know for sure, but as I said before, I think the fact it’s very confusing is meant to be on purpose by Sensei, so that the Clowns can remain strange and dangerous opponents, so we’ll surely have answers during another battle.

Anyway, I think that’s what this dialogue is referring to, even if I could be totally wrong, and those humans were probably simply told to attack the CCG otherwise they would be killed by the Clowns. :)

I hope it helps a little, have a nice weekend Anon!

EDIT: Anon, this post makes a lot of sense if you still need an explanation :3


Hey Anon! And honestly…

I’m not sure, but for now I don’t think so, because it might be a bit too soon to go from having a crush on Mutsuki to having a crush on Saiko after just one arc (if that ever happens). :)

However, I think Urie definitely heard all that Saiko told him (even if again, what she said wasn’t particularly explicit, so she could have meant it romantically but not necessarily) so maybe that’s why he’s thinking about her in this scene. :3

Sorry I can’t help more, but have a nice weekend Anon!


Hey Anon, thanks for reading!

And yeah, I agree, personally I don’t think Aura is dead either, that would be too complicated for Mutsuki to cover such a cold-blooded murder from the CCG since Aura is an investigator.

Good point about the small physical resemblance between Aura and Torso, though, I hadn’t noticed, so maybe you’re right and Ishida intends on developing their relationship! 
Besides, if Urie actually has a crush on Mutsuki, Aura would be one more obstacle between them and somehow that just fits for me xD (poor Urie :3)

Thanks for your thoughts and have a nice weekend!


Hey Anon and you’re welcome! However, yes afterwards I saw the other translation of the chapter. :)

It looks like it might not be 100% accurate either from what I read about it though so…  since according to Jaiminisbox’s version, apparently Aura doesn’t even mind if Mutsuki is the one who kills Sasaki (maybe he has a crush on Mutsuki?)…

…I’m even less sure of what’s going on xD Maybe Mutsuki just found a murder buddy in the end, and it has nothing to do with Haise! 

It’s still not a good thing in any case, since Mutsuki should rather receive help instead of keeping on acting violently and killing. :/

Ah, let’s just see what happens in the future. Have a nice weekend and thank you for letting me know! :D

EDIT: I searched a little around and it seems that for the scene with Mutsuki and Aura, MS’ version is the most accurate. 

So my answer to you for now still holds. :3

I hope that you burn.

@spoiledbuni and I were talking and like I was listening to burn on repeat and this is inspired by Burn and god, I realized how much I love taking to Dan. They’re amazing in every way and I’m??Not??Worthy??


It had been a normal day. It was supposed to be a normal say. Thomas was looking through some papers when James walked in, John by his side. James held a sympathetic face while John held a pamphlet in his hand.

Thomas furrowed his eyebrows, glancing between the pamphlet and his friends. “What’s that you’re holding, John?” His eyes were curious and held a tinge of innocence, not knowing anything about it.

“Thomas… You should read what Hamilton published this morning.” John’s tone was soft, cautious as he handed it to him.

“Alright…” He was confused, his eyes scanned it, his read all 97 pages intently and he shook his head, tears filling  his eyes. “No…No, no, no, no…. He- He would never do this…. Right?” He looked at his friends, his knees weak as his eyes pleaded for this to be a joke. A sick, cruel joke.

“I’m afraid it’s not, Thomas… He’s been cheating on you with Maria Reynolds.” James said, his voice sad.

Thomas shook his head. His body trembled as he clutched the pamphlet. It had to be lies but how could he deny what was right in front of him… All those times he was away… He was with her? He choked back a sob as he fell to his knees.

John and James rushed forwards towards him. “Thomas… You have married an Icarus… He has flown too close to the sun.” John spat, if he didn’t hate Hamilton, he did now. He dare he do this…? He was going to pay… John swore he would.

Thomas remembered what John first said when he received the first letter… Joh had said to be careful. That he would do anything to survive and Thomas was seeing that. His careless words. Not caring who he hurt. He was obsessed with his legacy.

“I– I have work to get back to…” His words came out pained as his voice cracked.

John and James shared a look and nodded. “We’ll be back later, Thomas…” John kissed his temple, rubbing his shoulder as they got up and left. “That bastard… I swear he’s going to pay.” John growled out as they sat in the carriage, on their way to pay Hamilton a visit.

Thomas stayed on the ground a few more minutes before he got up, still trembling as he reached towards a wooden box. He took out a large stack out letters and one by one read them. He wasn’t sad anymore. His sadness turned to anger as he read each word. “I saved every letter you wrote me. I thought you were mine. I was obviously played for a goddamn fool.” In his anger, he ripped up the letters.

He looked down at the ripped letters and gathered them, throwing them into the fireplace as he watched them burn.

“I’m burning the memories, burning the letters that might have redeemed you. You arrogant, lying, cheating bastard…” His voice was bitter but still filled with pain.

He heard the door open and light spill in. He turned to look at Alexander, who had entered, sporting a black eyes. “What are you doing here?” His voice trembled, tears filling his eyes again. He couldn’t even look at him.

“Please… Hear me out…” Alex pleaded him, tears filling his own eyes.

“Hear you out… You published the letters she wrote you! You told the whole world how you brought this girl into our bed! You are paranoid with every paragraph how they perceive you! You… You… You…” He choked out, glaring down at the ground. What use would it make to insult him? The damage was already done.

“…I’m erasing myself from the narrative. Let everyone wonder how I reacted when you broke my heart! You’ve torn my heart into pieces.” To emphasize, he ripped up the pamphlet and spat out his next words. “I’m watching it burn,” He threw it into  the fire.

“Thomas! Please… Don’t leave me….” He begged pathetically. Tears streamed down his face as he fell to his knees, begging him.

“NO! The moment you slept with that girl was the moment to forfeited all right to my heart. You gave up the rights to hold me and kiss me and sleep next to me. You will sleep in your office!” He marched up to him, tears still streaming. “I hope that you burn.” With that he marched out of the house. He needed to get away. He couldn’t stay there.

Dirk Gently from Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency is totally autistic.
Socially awkward, can’t read social cues nor the emotions of others (“Are you angry?” “Was I supposed to leave?” “Are you sad?”, etc.). Doesn’t know nor adhere to social norms or behaviours, etc. He also just comments on things without the usual self-censoring that NTs use.
Plus he mentioned never making friends before Todd, which is a common struggle for autistics. He also completely misunderstands (and consequently misuses) idioms and the like (ex: “You know what they say about bringing a knife to a gun fight!” “…that it’s bad?” “Oh bloody hell is that what that means?!”).
Not to mention he is totally hyperexpressive. Oh and his Hyperempathy could be his strong desire to help and protect others to the point of deciding to use his psychic (not psychic!) abilities to help others instead of himself - even if it’s just a little kitten. He repeatedly admits that he doesn’t enjoy this, and that he doesn’t want to regularly put himself in danger, but he can’t just stand by while others need help.

There are actually a few others on that show that you could make the argument for as well, but his is the strongest. Well there’s also Bart, but hers can be explained by the fact that she’s had pretty much no social interaction for 5yrs.

Sinful Attraction

Taehyung Imagine/Scenario

Genre: Bro idek. An au I guess??? royalty/supernatural!au

Blurb: A girl finds her way into an ostentatious ball at a kingdom she lives in. Despite dancing with a handsome bachelor named Jimin, she finds herself strangely attracted to an alluring, dark stranger across the ballroom floor. But would he be anything mundane like she’d imagine him to be? (I’m shit at abstracts. I hope you still wanna read it haha.)

Word Count: 4,596

Taehyung x (Girl??? DUDES IDEK IT JUST SAYS GIRL)

A/N: This was a project given to me by my literary genres teacher. We were supposed to write a gothic story… And this is what resulted from it. I’m such fanfic trash I swear. I apologize sincerely in advance. If you happen to find any mistakes, please point them out to me (:


A handsome young man by the name of Taehyung, who also happened to be a royal heir, lived in the kingdom of Shevibourne. Whispers about the young prince being the most elegant and alluring dancer in the land floated from ear to ear in dimly lit taverns, to elaborate dress shops, to rowdy eateries and so forth. Smooth and sophisticated was his dancing style as he would twirl young girls across the ballroom floor in an intricate path that left behind wisps of the young couple’s perfumed scents. Using his charms and honeyed words, the royal dancer is able to create the perfect facade of being a gentlemanly prince who is fit for the future action of taking over his father’s position as king. He depicts himself as a flawless youth, which is expected of during the dark Victorian times, that caters to everyone’s needs as he is the royal prince. Though everyone sees him as a well groomed, polite, and attractive royal, Taehyung has a dark secret. His dances that seemingly seem to seduce young naive girls into his arms hold a dark undisclosed reality: his ability to imbue his partners with a sense of morbid damnation which in turn, spurs on their want to bring down those alongside them into their own dark view of life.

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